On My Way Home for Christmas
The engine hums a steady line,
Headlights cut through silver rain.
Another year left far behind,
Miles of thought on every lane.
Radio plays an old refrain,
Something soft, something slow.
Snow is falling on the windscreen,
Time moves gently as I go.
Traffic lights like distant stars,
Every road knows where I’ve been.
All these journeys, all these scars,
Lead me back to where I’m seen.
I’m on my way home for Christmas,
Through the dark, through the cold, through the night.
Every mile feels a little lighter,
Every sign says I’m almost alright.
I’m on my way home for Christmas,
Where the windows glow warm and low.
No matter how far I’ve been drifting,
There’s one place my heart always knows.
Coffee cups and service stops,
Strangers passing, passing by.
Tired faces, wrapped in coats,
Same old hope in every eye.
Thought I’d outrun all the noise,
Thought I’d leave the past behind.
But the road has a way of teaching
What you’re really trying to find.
Every wrong turn, every mile,
Every silent prayer I send,
All of it becomes worthwhile
When the road begins to bend.
I’m on my way home for Christmas,
Through the dark, through the cold, through the night.
Every mile feels a little lighter,
Every sign says I’m almost alright.
I’m on my way home for Christmas,
Where the windows glow warm and low.
No matter how far I’ve been drifting,
There’s one place my heart always knows.
Snowflakes dance in yellow light,
Memories ride shotgun here.
All the words I couldn’t say
Sound a little clearer now.
Maybe peace is not a place,
Maybe it’s the road itself—
But I know it waits for me
Somewhere past this final bend.
I’m on my way home for Christmas,
Just breathing in the quiet air.
No big dreams, no big promises—
Just knowing someone cares.
I’m on my way home for Christmas,
Hear the door, hear the laughter start.
All the years, all the long nights driving
Led me back to this open heart.
I’m on my way home for Christmas,
Let the world slow down, let it be.
For one holy night of belonging,
I’m exactly where I need to be.
Engine fades, the road sleeps tight,
Snow keeps falling, soft and slow.
I turn the key, step into the light—
I’m home now…
I’m home.
S.
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